Title:
Femme Fatale Reloaded (Pericolo
#2)
Author:
Kirsty-Anne
Still
Release
Date: March 13,
2015
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I used to be
fearful. I used to be admired. I used to be the Femme
Fatale.
Until I
fell.
I fell from my
status, from the pedestal I had been placed, and I fell in love.
And
that’s where it all went
wrong.
I
once thrived on one motto – Don’t feel, don’t
deviate, kill.
Now, I thrive on
betrayal, a reminder never to trust my heart, and the need to be Femme Fatale
Reloaded.
It’s time
I got myself back to the place I most belong – a cherished, yearned
for secret weapon.
However, when a
ghost from my past walks into my life again, pledging to be an Abbiati, my life
turns upside down all over
again.
My biggest problem
was never the kill, but the thrill of the
chase.
Apparently, love is
the most dangerous game I can ever play, and my life is about to spiral out of
control.
“Seeing
as we’re all out of money, is it safe to say this evening is being
cut short?”
“No, no,
I don’t think the evening’s up quite yet. I reckon we
should up the wager,” Andrew comments, leaning into the table.
“Strip poker... I’d do anything to see Amelia stark naked
and a loser.”
I don’t
get time to roll my eyes and make some smart ass remark as Zane suddenly moves,
lightning speed accompanies him, and he slams a knife down, nailing it between
Andrew’s fingers, narrowly missing dismembering his middle finger.
There’s total stillness in the room as he leans in, the creak of his
chair is all that sounds out and we all watch with bated
breath.
“Dare
talk about my girl like that again and I’ll make sure it’s
a bigger member I threaten next time, understood?” Zane asks, his
voice dangerously threatening. “Well,
Andrew?”
“U-understood,”
Andrew stutters, his eyes wide, but he does the wrong thing of looking at
me.
Zane,
noticing, leaves the knife, and reaches up to grab Andrew around the face. He
forces him, in a vice-like grip, to look at him. Zane’s fingers begin
to go white while Andrew’s face squishes up with the tight hold. He
waits a moment before chuckling and releasing his
prey.
“You
could never get a girl like Amelia, so dream on,” he states,
sardonically executing the words. “I already beat two men for
treating her any less than she is; don’t think I’ll make an
exception for you right now.”
I used to be just another Fanfiction
writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then
another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing
like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing
for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish
something!
But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined
pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined
I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the
inspiration when it hits?
I love writing, it’s a lifeline.
I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to
make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one.
It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud
of.
As much as I complain, I love the mini
dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least
expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and
drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my life between writing,
dreaming, working, and volunteering with
children.
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